Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.